Ever since I posted about Beatrix the other day, Olive has been all up in my face, like, "What? I'm the original cat, and I'm not the first one you post about? Well, fine. But just you wait. Little do you realize, while you're out gallivanting around town with P., I'm here at your desk, already halfway through my memoirs."

In response I try to be all like, "Great! I hope it's going well! Let me know if you need someone to read some pages!" But she just gives me the cold shoulder.
And then she sulks for awhile.
Harumph.
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